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5 hours seems like a bit much for some bookmark issues. Y’all have been down for less time on major site updates. 😭😭😭
I posted a couple different ideas for this! One where she saves him and one where he saves her. I hope you enjoy! I’m so happy to see you on BlueSky ♥️
December 8, 2024 at 5:14 AM
I posted a couple different ideas for this! One where she saves him and one where he saves her. I hope you enjoy! I’m so happy to see you on BlueSky ♥️
And she did. She ran until the trees blurred into shadows, until her lungs burned and her legs gave out. But even as she stumbled into the cold embrace of night, his silver eyes followed her, burned into her memory like a scar.
December 8, 2024 at 5:13 AM
And she did. She ran until the trees blurred into shadows, until her lungs burned and her legs gave out. But even as she stumbled into the cold embrace of night, his silver eyes followed her, burned into her memory like a scar.
for a moment, she thought he might raise it. That he might do what he should have done the second he’d found her. But he didn’t.
Instead, he leaned down, his mask mere inches from her face, and whispered, “Run, Hermione. Don’t make me choose.”
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Instead, he leaned down, his mask mere inches from her face, and whispered, “Run, Hermione. Don’t make me choose.”
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for a moment, she thought he might raise it. That he might do what he should have done the second he’d found her. But he didn’t.
Instead, he leaned down, his mask mere inches from her face, and whispered, “Run, Hermione. Don’t make me choose.”
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Instead, he leaned down, his mask mere inches from her face, and whispered, “Run, Hermione. Don’t make me choose.”
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voice barely a growl. “You have no idea what I’ve done.”
“No,” she agreed, her eyes burning with unshed tears. “But I know who you were. And that’s enough.”
He took a step back then, his cloak billowing as the tension snapped like a fraying thread. His hand rested on the hilt of his wand, and
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“No,” she agreed, her eyes burning with unshed tears. “But I know who you were. And that’s enough.”
He took a step back then, his cloak billowing as the tension snapped like a fraying thread. His hand rested on the hilt of his wand, and
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voice barely a growl. “You have no idea what I’ve done.”
“No,” she agreed, her eyes burning with unshed tears. “But I know who you were. And that’s enough.”
He took a step back then, his cloak billowing as the tension snapped like a fraying thread. His hand rested on the hilt of his wand, and
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“No,” she agreed, her eyes burning with unshed tears. “But I know who you were. And that’s enough.”
He took a step back then, his cloak billowing as the tension snapped like a fraying thread. His hand rested on the hilt of his wand, and
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knew better. She’d seen what he was capable of, seen the devastation left in his wake.
“You owe me nothing,” she said quietly, her voice laced with defiance. “If you want me to live, it’s because you’re not as far gone as you want me to believe.”
His expression twisted beneath the mask, his
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“You owe me nothing,” she said quietly, her voice laced with defiance. “If you want me to live, it’s because you’re not as far gone as you want me to believe.”
His expression twisted beneath the mask, his
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knew better. She’d seen what he was capable of, seen the devastation left in his wake.
“You owe me nothing,” she said quietly, her voice laced with defiance. “If you want me to live, it’s because you’re not as far gone as you want me to believe.”
His expression twisted beneath the mask, his
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“You owe me nothing,” she said quietly, her voice laced with defiance. “If you want me to live, it’s because you’re not as far gone as you want me to believe.”
His expression twisted beneath the mask, his
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indifference.
“I don’t have time to explain,”he said sharply, releasing her wrist but not stepping back. “Go. Now. Before someone finds us.”
Hermione hesitated, her gaze flickering to the wand holstered at his side. A part of her—a desperate, reckless part—considered lunging for it. But she
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“I don’t have time to explain,”he said sharply, releasing her wrist but not stepping back. “Go. Now. Before someone finds us.”
Hermione hesitated, her gaze flickering to the wand holstered at his side. A part of her—a desperate, reckless part—considered lunging for it. But she
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indifference.
“I don’t have time to explain,”he said sharply, releasing her wrist but not stepping back. “Go. Now. Before someone finds us.”
Hermione hesitated, her gaze flickering to the wand holstered at his side. A part of her—a desperate, reckless part—considered lunging for it. But she
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“I don’t have time to explain,”he said sharply, releasing her wrist but not stepping back. “Go. Now. Before someone finds us.”
Hermione hesitated, her gaze flickering to the wand holstered at his side. A part of her—a desperate, reckless part—considered lunging for it. But she
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his fingers tightened around her wrist spoke volumes. His silver eyes, illuminated by the faint glow of moonlight filtering through the trees, betrayed something fragile beneath the mask. Fear. Guilt. Conflict. It was there for only a heartbeat before it was buried beneath layers of practiced
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his fingers tightened around her wrist spoke volumes. His silver eyes, illuminated by the faint glow of moonlight filtering through the trees, betrayed something fragile beneath the mask. Fear. Guilt. Conflict. It was there for only a heartbeat before it was buried beneath layers of practiced
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“You’re lucky it’s me,” he muttered. “Anyone else would have dragged you back to him by now.”
The implication hit like a blow, her heart lurching in her chest. “Why aren’t you?” she whispered, her voice hoarse with disbelief. “You’re one of *them*, aren’t you?”
He didn’t answer, but the way
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The implication hit like a blow, her heart lurching in her chest. “Why aren’t you?” she whispered, her voice hoarse with disbelief. “You’re one of *them*, aren’t you?”
He didn’t answer, but the way
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“You’re lucky it’s me,” he muttered. “Anyone else would have dragged you back to him by now.”
The implication hit like a blow, her heart lurching in her chest. “Why aren’t you?” she whispered, her voice hoarse with disbelief. “You’re one of *them*, aren’t you?”
He didn’t answer, but the way
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The implication hit like a blow, her heart lurching in her chest. “Why aren’t you?” she whispered, her voice hoarse with disbelief. “You’re one of *them*, aren’t you?”
He didn’t answer, but the way
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“They won’t show you mercy.”
“And you will?” she spat, the fire in her voice a frail shield against the encroaching darkness. She flinched as his hand closed over her wrist, jerking her forward. He towered over her, the Death Eater robes swallowing the faint remnants of the boy she used to know.
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“And you will?” she spat, the fire in her voice a frail shield against the encroaching darkness. She flinched as his hand closed over her wrist, jerking her forward. He towered over her, the Death Eater robes swallowing the faint remnants of the boy she used to know.
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“They won’t show you mercy.”
“And you will?” she spat, the fire in her voice a frail shield against the encroaching darkness. She flinched as his hand closed over her wrist, jerking her forward. He towered over her, the Death Eater robes swallowing the faint remnants of the boy she used to know.
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“And you will?” she spat, the fire in her voice a frail shield against the encroaching darkness. She flinched as his hand closed over her wrist, jerking her forward. He towered over her, the Death Eater robes swallowing the faint remnants of the boy she used to know.
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a reminder of what she was supposed to be. A savior.
But she wasn’t saving anyone now.
“You shouldn’t be here,” Draco said, his gloved hand brushing the edge of her scarf where it had come loose from her braid. His tone was soft, almost coaxing, but there was no mistaking the warning behind it.
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But she wasn’t saving anyone now.
“You shouldn’t be here,” Draco said, his gloved hand brushing the edge of her scarf where it had come loose from her braid. His tone was soft, almost coaxing, but there was no mistaking the warning behind it.
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a reminder of what she was supposed to be. A savior.
But she wasn’t saving anyone now.
“You shouldn’t be here,” Draco said, his gloved hand brushing the edge of her scarf where it had come loose from her braid. His tone was soft, almost coaxing, but there was no mistaking the warning behind it.
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But she wasn’t saving anyone now.
“You shouldn’t be here,” Draco said, his gloved hand brushing the edge of her scarf where it had come loose from her braid. His tone was soft, almost coaxing, but there was no mistaking the warning behind it.
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shattered somewhere in the mud, the splintered halves useless beneath the rain-soaked canopy of trees. She was unarmed, vulnerable, her magic tethered and muted by exhaustion and the heavy wards that saturated the battlefield. The healer’s bag slung across her chest felt like a mockery—
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shattered somewhere in the mud, the splintered halves useless beneath the rain-soaked canopy of trees. She was unarmed, vulnerable, her magic tethered and muted by exhaustion and the heavy wards that saturated the battlefield. The healer’s bag slung across her chest felt like a mockery—
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smudged with blood—not all of it hers.
“Granger,” he whispered, his voice a low rasp that scraped like knives against her nerves. He hadn’t said her name in years, not since Hogwarts, and the way it rolled off his tongue now, venomous and intimate, made her wish he never had.
Her wand lay
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“Granger,” he whispered, his voice a low rasp that scraped like knives against her nerves. He hadn’t said her name in years, not since Hogwarts, and the way it rolled off his tongue now, venomous and intimate, made her wish he never had.
Her wand lay
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smudged with blood—not all of it hers.
“Granger,” he whispered, his voice a low rasp that scraped like knives against her nerves. He hadn’t said her name in years, not since Hogwarts, and the way it rolled off his tongue now, venomous and intimate, made her wish he never had.
Her wand lay
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“Granger,” he whispered, his voice a low rasp that scraped like knives against her nerves. He hadn’t said her name in years, not since Hogwarts, and the way it rolled off his tongue now, venomous and intimate, made her wish he never had.
Her wand lay
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he said again, softer now. His hand gripped hers weakly, anchoring her to the moment. “You shouldn’t have come back.”
His words were a warning. A plea. And she knew then that she wasn’t saving him. He was saving her, even now, from the truth she refused to acknowledge.
They were both too far gone.
His words were a warning. A plea. And she knew then that she wasn’t saving him. He was saving her, even now, from the truth she refused to acknowledge.
They were both too far gone.
December 8, 2024 at 5:05 AM
he said again, softer now. His hand gripped hers weakly, anchoring her to the moment. “You shouldn’t have come back.”
His words were a warning. A plea. And she knew then that she wasn’t saving him. He was saving her, even now, from the truth she refused to acknowledge.
They were both too far gone.
His words were a warning. A plea. And she knew then that she wasn’t saving him. He was saving her, even now, from the truth she refused to acknowledge.
They were both too far gone.
grip.
“I didn’t choose this,” he said, his voice cracking. “But you—you’ve chosen to stay.”
Her throat tightened, and for a moment, she hated him—not for his sins, but for the way he forced her to confront the shadows in herself.
“Stop talking,” she whispered. “Save your strength.”
“Granger,”
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“I didn’t choose this,” he said, his voice cracking. “But you—you’ve chosen to stay.”
Her throat tightened, and for a moment, she hated him—not for his sins, but for the way he forced her to confront the shadows in herself.
“Stop talking,” she whispered. “Save your strength.”
“Granger,”
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grip.
“I didn’t choose this,” he said, his voice cracking. “But you—you’ve chosen to stay.”
Her throat tightened, and for a moment, she hated him—not for his sins, but for the way he forced her to confront the shadows in herself.
“Stop talking,” she whispered. “Save your strength.”
“Granger,”
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“I didn’t choose this,” he said, his voice cracking. “But you—you’ve chosen to stay.”
Her throat tightened, and for a moment, she hated him—not for his sins, but for the way he forced her to confront the shadows in herself.
“Stop talking,” she whispered. “Save your strength.”
“Granger,”
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raw and jagged. “Why heal me?”
Her silence was deafening.
His gloved hand moved, slow and tentative, brushing her wrist. The touch was light but enough to make her freeze, the warmth of it startling against her clammy skin. His strength was waning. She could feel it in the fragility of his
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Her silence was deafening.
His gloved hand moved, slow and tentative, brushing her wrist. The touch was light but enough to make her freeze, the warmth of it startling against her clammy skin. His strength was waning. She could feel it in the fragility of his
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raw and jagged. “Why heal me?”
Her silence was deafening.
His gloved hand moved, slow and tentative, brushing her wrist. The touch was light but enough to make her freeze, the warmth of it startling against her clammy skin. His strength was waning. She could feel it in the fragility of his
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Her silence was deafening.
His gloved hand moved, slow and tentative, brushing her wrist. The touch was light but enough to make her freeze, the warmth of it startling against her clammy skin. His strength was waning. She could feel it in the fragility of his
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His crimes were written in the scars on her soul and the blood on his hands.
And yet, here he was.
Not a monster, but a man. Broken. Dying. His silver eyes—those damnable silver eyes—refused to close.
“Why are you here?” she demanded. “Why fight for him?”
A bitter laugh escaped his lips,
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And yet, here he was.
Not a monster, but a man. Broken. Dying. His silver eyes—those damnable silver eyes—refused to close.
“Why are you here?” she demanded. “Why fight for him?”
A bitter laugh escaped his lips,
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His crimes were written in the scars on her soul and the blood on his hands.
And yet, here he was.
Not a monster, but a man. Broken. Dying. His silver eyes—those damnable silver eyes—refused to close.
“Why are you here?” she demanded. “Why fight for him?”
A bitter laugh escaped his lips,
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And yet, here he was.
Not a monster, but a man. Broken. Dying. His silver eyes—those damnable silver eyes—refused to close.
“Why are you here?” she demanded. “Why fight for him?”
A bitter laugh escaped his lips,
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whispered, softer now, his breath hitching. “Go. Leave me.”
The air between them seemed to tremble, heavy with the weight of unspoken truths and unanswered questions. She forced herself to keep her eyes on the wound, though the pull of his gaze was relentless. Malfoy. Death Eater. Murderer.
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The air between them seemed to tremble, heavy with the weight of unspoken truths and unanswered questions. She forced herself to keep her eyes on the wound, though the pull of his gaze was relentless. Malfoy. Death Eater. Murderer.
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whispered, softer now, his breath hitching. “Go. Leave me.”
The air between them seemed to tremble, heavy with the weight of unspoken truths and unanswered questions. She forced herself to keep her eyes on the wound, though the pull of his gaze was relentless. Malfoy. Death Eater. Murderer.
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The air between them seemed to tremble, heavy with the weight of unspoken truths and unanswered questions. She forced herself to keep her eyes on the wound, though the pull of his gaze was relentless. Malfoy. Death Eater. Murderer.
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Merlin knew he deserved worse than this. But her hands wouldn’t obey. Her magic wouldn’t stop pouring into his broken body, stitching together sinew and sealing ruptured veins.
She’d taken an oath, hadn’t she? She had sworn to heal. Even him. Even this.
“You’re wasting your strength,” he
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She’d taken an oath, hadn’t she? She had sworn to heal. Even him. Even this.
“You’re wasting your strength,” he
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Merlin knew he deserved worse than this. But her hands wouldn’t obey. Her magic wouldn’t stop pouring into his broken body, stitching together sinew and sealing ruptured veins.
She’d taken an oath, hadn’t she? She had sworn to heal. Even him. Even this.
“You’re wasting your strength,” he
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She’d taken an oath, hadn’t she? She had sworn to heal. Even him. Even this.
“You’re wasting your strength,” he
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